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2025 07 16: paintings

 

“calm palms” is a semi-abstract drawing that portrays a pair of hands gently resting together in the meditative dhyana mudra position. There is no remaining body – the palms appear severed, yet serene. Their whiteness suggests they may once have belonged to a stone sculpture, now lost or crumbled with time. Still, the hands remain intact – preserved as a symbol of timeless stillness and inner peace.

The composition is nearly monochrome, drawn in black and white, yet interrupted by a quiet presence of red – like warm blood flowing through the lines of the drawing. This crimson detail bridges the image with life, grounding the meditative stillness in human emotion and the silent longing for transcendence.

A poetic contrast emerges: the gesture of calm is born from absence; the stone-like presence of the hands becomes a living emblem of the human search for lasting serenity.

 

67x35x1,7 cm

graphite, pencils, acrylic, markers, lacquer on plywood

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2025 07 16: paintings

“not a peacock” is an abstract mixed media work on plywood that reflects on value, identity, and the subtle social rituals of comparison. The scene features turkeys (distant relatives of peacocks) quietly engaged in a moment of judgment. A female turkey looks at a male and silently concludes: “not a peacock.”

This simple statement becomes loaded with social meaning. It hints at our human habit of comparing others against idealized standards, often without recognizing our own place in the hierarchy. The piece gently critiques this projection: the judge herself is no peacock either, but an ordinary village bird, mirroring the very subject she devalues.

With dry humor and minimalistic clarity, the work invites reflection on status, authenticity, and misplaced aspirations.

 

 

75 x 50.5 x 1 cm

acrylic, pencils, spray paint, markers, graphite, lacquer on plywood

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2025 07 16: paintings

 

Even among beavers there’s a beef sometimes. Maybe a day started with a wrong foot or a wrong look or even worse… long story short, one beaver had a grudge against other one and destroyed his dam, so this liberated amount of waters outflew into the endless windings, and as they receded, they left something unexpected: a glimmering layer of golden sand.

This painting reflects not only a whimsical tale, but also a deeper emotional landscape. It explores themes of conflict and release, destruction and discovery. Just like in nature, when tensions break, what remains can surprise us – sometimes ruin leaves behind gold.

A symbolic fauvist-style landscape where color and emotion rise like a tide – and fall with meaning.

 

69,5x35x1,5cm

markers, graphite, pencils, spray paint, acrylic, fixative on plywood

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2025 07 16: paintings

 

It’s often said about someone: “He grew spiritually.”
But how does that growth show itself? What changes, if everything on the surface remains the same?

You can look closely at someone and form an opinion – based on behavior, tone, gestures. But are those impressions ever accurate? Or are they just reflections of your own lens?

This work explores the quiet, unseen expansion of a person, the mystery of inner evolution, and the fragile gap between essence and appearance. Growth, after all, is not always visible – but it reshapes everything.

Rendered with bold color and subtle distortion, the image offers no answers – only an invitation to sense what cannot be named.

 

 

2 x 26,5×76.5×1.5 cm

2 x 2.8 kg.

spray paint, markers, graphite, fixative on plywood

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2025 07 16: paintings

Children all around the world love coloring books. Their contents vary endlessly – including sacred scenes – and beg to be filled with color. For children, there is no line between sacred and ordinary. They do not yet know the rules, and in that unknowing lies their purity.

If a child scribbles on a holy image or breaks a sacred object, we understand – their world is equally sacred in all directions. They want to explore, to feel, to touch. They color not out of disrespect, but out of presence.

But what about us – the grown-ups?

“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
– Matthew 18:3

This piece questions our perception of reverence, rule, and innocence – and how they shift with age. What does sacredness mean when filtered through a felt-tip pen?

One of the “few pages from a coloring book”.

 

 

100x140x3 cm

acrylic, graphite, fixative on canvas

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2025 07 16: paintings

 

Coloring books are loved by children around the world. With their curious hands, they bring life to outlines – sometimes outside the lines, sometimes in unexpected colors. For children, the whole world is sacred because nothing is yet separate, nothing is too holy to touch. Even Buddha under a tree – calm, wise, untouchable – can become a playground of color and imagination.

What happens when we grow up?
Do we still see the sacred in everything, or do we start to draw lines between what we’re allowed to touch and what we must leave untouched?

This piece invites the viewer to return to that childlike gaze – curious, unafraid, sincere – where reverence is not separation, but closeness.

„What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow: Our life is the creation of our mind.“
– Dhammapada, 1:1–2

One of the “few pages from a coloring book”.

 

 

100x140x3 cm

acrylic, graphite, fixative on canvas

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2025 07 16: paintings

“Dancer with a Flute” playfully reimagines the sacred icon of Krishna through a childlike lens. Mixing bold colors with loose strokes over a traditional religious outline, the work explores innocence, devotion, and the human impulse to participate – even imperfectly – in the divine. Part of an ongoing series where spiritual images are interrupted by spontaneous coloring, it reflects the tension between reverence and irreverence, ritual and freedom.

“Whenever there is a decline in righteousness and an increase in unrighteousness, O Arjuna, at that time I manifest Myself on earth.”
– Bhagavadgita 4.7

One of “few pages from a coloring book”

 

 

100x140x3 cm

acrylic, graphite, fixative on canvas

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2022 07 1: paintings

 

20×25 cm

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2022 06 28: paintings

 

that day I suddenly remembered
crazed with all the energy
jumped from brick to brick
balanced on one leg
like karateka kung-fu master
flapping arms and kicking air
widely eyes squinted
as in a movie I just saw

a leg broke as I was bravely leaping
with eyes slightly squinched
I yelled into a sandy ditch
kyaaah with all the focus on my foot
pierced by a buried bucket’s brim
accidentally I was overtaken
by a forgotten sleeping bucket
glistening in the ditch

a thread of lightning struck a tree
as with a sword before my eyes
the treetop fell down another thread
hit me a little bit too late
with steaming coffee on the terrace
I bolted off the chair
and screaming aaaah I heard
a pop of breaking leg

when the chair fell I had remembered
the day I jumped waved and balanced
like a master in a recent movie
I screeched with squinted eyes
big teardrops fell into the ditch
the rain calmed down the aching tree
that day a bucket overcame me today
the lightning flash took down a chair

 

 

51×81,5×4 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, markers, lacquer on wooden panel

2 cm white wooden frame

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2022 06 22: reliefs

Some people cross their fingers when they wish something to happen. I made this piece as a constant symbol of luck that may happen when you cross the fingers.

I wanted it to look less obvious at the first sight, so the eye and mind could interpret it in personal way. Maybe to remember some wish that could come true.

 

20 x 33 x 2 cm

acrylic, graphite, textile, lacquer on wooden shapes

 

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2022 05 13: paintings

 

hordes of restless men crowded this day
soldiers covered in armor
bound by iron canvas leather
guts pulsating heartbeat echoes
heavy in the temples
raising legs into a step hot breath

not gazing to the sky
backs pressed under their heavy gear
for saving or for taking lives
in the name of children forsaken homes
of women and their songs of foxes
birch trees a boy a blossom or a god
meadows rivers apple orchards

having left behind they track through snow
some in a memory some in a dream
some wiping tears away their rosary
they tell a joke with crooked smile
dropping down a mitten with a cough

on snowy land of their ancestors
snow crystals blink with eyes of
jilted maidens
eyes water clasping throat with tears
drop silent deep into the snow
into the frigid ground and thawing
forefather spirits set deep in ice awaking

one after other soul
succumbed in battle rises
peace in the hearts of men
soughs with their mothers lips into ears
hushshsh dear child of mine
my darling oak be calm
a little bug
of mine

 

 

61x80x2 cm

acrylic, graphite, markers, wooden shapes, textile, lacquer on canvas

2 cm white wooden frame

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2020 11 17: reliefs

When the inner world starts to become clearer, you move to a state of Pratyahara, the fifth limb of Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras. In the Sleeping Tortoise Pose, the limbs, ears, eyes, nose, skin, mouth and mind are drawn into the inner landscape therein resulting in Pratyahara.

Supta Kurmasana is the “sleeping tortoise”. When a turtle is sleeping, it is well awarded of its environment, but is not disturbed by it. Have you ever tried to wake up a turtle? Whatever you do, it does not move, wherever you bring it, it won’t have any reaction, however it will be fully conscious of what is going on.

 

Funded by Lithuanian council for culture to make a series of yoga poses to remind every of us to exercise. Especially in times when we have to stay at home. Stay in shape!

Namaste!

 

 

151x81x3 cm

acrylic, various textile on plastic panels

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2020 11 17: reliefs

 

Once upon a time, there was a sage who was bathing in a river. When he stepped on the river bank, he found a scorpion trapped between two rocks, desperately struggling to escape. The sage freed the scorpion by moving the rocks. As soon as it was free, the scorpion stung the sage with its poisonous tail before scampering away. An onlooker laughed and told the sage that it served him tight to save a scorpion. To which the sage replied, “I behave as per my nature and it behaved as per its own.”

Vrischikasana is a wall-mounted relief inspired by the advanced yoga pose known as the “Scorpion.” Constructed from layered textiles and painted surfaces, the piece evokes the human form in a moment of deep physical engagement – a backbend so intense it mirrors the coiled readiness of a scorpion. The subtle interplay of materials invites the viewer to trace the contours of the figure, almost sensing the breath held within the pose.

Rooted in the symbolic nature of its name, Vrischikasana also echoes the ancient parable of the sage and the scorpion: even when harmed, the sage continues to act from his true nature – peaceful and kind. Likewise, this artwork suggests that we, too, can meet life’s challenges with balance, inner strength, and grace.

It is both a visual meditation and a physical reminder: growth happens when we return to the body, embrace discomfort, and lean into our own resilience.

Namaste!

 

 

100x125x2,5 cm

acrylic, various textile on plastic panels

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2020 11 17: reliefs

 

The word Shalabhasana comes from the Sanskrit word “Shalabh” meaning locust or grasshopper, a type of insect that lives on the ground.

A locust cannot move in reverse nor move sideways, only moving forward. Always moving forward, always open to change and not about to repeat the same mistakes by going backward. We only need to think about this for a little to recognize the spiritual lessons involved.

 

Funded by Lithuanian council for culture to make a series of yoga poses to remind every of us to exercise. Especially in times when we have to stay at home. Stay in shape!

Namaste!

 

 

181x75x4 cm

acrylic, various textile on plastic panels

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2020 08 20: reliefs

 

For a few years in my life I’ve been studying geodesy and liked to measure the relief of some places, then draw them in lines, which show how uneven the surface is and what interesting shapes appear if you try to trace the objects on plain ground.

There is no secret that the Earth is not so flat, nevertheless in some layers of social groups the topic of the shape of our planet is explored controversially and even with religious passion.

This work in some way approves the idea of a flat earth. It is quite flat and depicts the surface of the planet Earth. On geodesy maps the drawing is on flat paper and only lines reflect the relief of the drawn area. I invite to view this flat earth as a fragment of a map which simplifies the nature and gives a hint to our brain to visualize the true place that may be somewhere close, nearby you.

 

 

120x100x3 cm

various textile on plastic panels

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2020 03 27: paintings

75x77x3 cm

acrylic, spray paint, plastic shapes, textile, lacquer on 2 canvases

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2020 03 23: paintings

76x72x3 cm

acrylic, graphite, plastic shapes, various textile, lacquer on canvas

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2020 03 15: paintings

 

If you look directly at this work, you see yourself in a mirrors. You may pick an angle that does not reflect you or you can try to ignore the reflection and see the whole piece differently, ignoring the mirror view. Is that possible?

 

 

60x96x3,5 cm

acrylic, markers, graphite, aluminum, mirrors, lacquer on canvas

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2020 03 3: paintings

space is pretty much unknown.
moon is also unknown.
dark side of the moon is even less known.
it is so mysterious, you know…

 

60×88 cm

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2020 01 15: paintings

 

Some people know (but mostly – not), what happens underground or in the depths of a mountain. For instance, underneath a lush chunk of forest there might flow a subterranean river as a underwater channel between two lakes. Fish can use it to travel to some secluded nooks. Dive deep in their home lake surrounded by meadows with mountain goats and swim through a dark little undulating tunnel which ends in a forest lake or even in some sort of secretly hidden oasis between ridges looking like a plain mountain from the outside, but tucking away a meadow inside it. Like a tooth that seems externally healthy but hides nothing but decay within.

Most likely, these kind of things never existed, but I would love for at least this one instance to be real:  a creek flowing down the mountain plunges deep into its depths and travels to the lake in small streams. This lake has an underground river leading to a smaller lake lying below and runs further to a second, very deep one.

 

 

70x89x2 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, markers, wooden shapes, textile, lacquer on paper

2 cm white wooden frame

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2020 01 10: paintings

those are everywhere in various names and shapes. we are them

 

71 x 89 cm

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2019 11 21: paintings

68 x 89 cm

 

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2019 11 10: paintings

She is all kinds of mysterious things of nature like weather, water, winds and waterfalls. She is many things at one time and one beautiful of them is music.

Enjoy

Painted on paper that is glued to a cardboard and framed. then wooden shapes covered with glittery fabric glued on top of that make the whole piece.

 

68 x 96 cm

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2018 02 15: paintings

While making this work I had some thoughts about nowadays. Summary would be that we all are the result of evolution, so – the best of what is so far developed by nature and god. And what are the key moments in us that are so perfect, so useful to spread in world, develop the wealth and possibilities to gain happiness? Maybe some cultural exchanges, religious beliefs, education, science, human rights and luxury to grow a thinner skin. Thinner skin means that person is more vulnerable, but feels more safe and is more sensitive to outer impact.

A piece of an artificial leather is glued on an aluminum panel and then to a surface of canvas so it extends the border of an artwork. canvas size: 70 x 120 cm. The skin adds 14 cm to the left side.

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2017 12 10: reliefs

Diamonds mostly are so shiny, transparent and perfect. Raw, special, different – this is the diamond I wanted to make. Irregular shape, solid color with dark shades. As if something not usual, not as we would expect but not less in value. The same could be applied to humans. We value and compare ourselves, but is our worth different? Also I like how it sounds when said: I have a black diamond at home. It sounds mysterious and indeed, it carries something that cannot be put in words, but felt.

Aluminum and wood plates were covered with various fabric and glued together to form this black diamond. Edges of those plates were painted with dark, gold and bronze colors to sparkle some light when you see it in angle. Asymmetrical and tempting to view up closer.

 

 

50x70x4 cm

acrylic, aluminum and wooden shapes, various textile

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2017 10 23: reliefs

This white and seemingly light bubble is quite large, but on a white wall can easily blend into strange furry shapes. I guess, some princess would love to hang it besides a mirror to see it in background of her face.

This piece is quite heavy, but round shapes, furry and glittery surfaces make it light.

This technique was developed over time of my experiments with blending materials and medias. So, I drew the sketch, then traced the shapes with computer and those were cut out from cast acrylic sheet. Then covered with textile and glued together into one object which can be hung on the wall.

 

 

100x100x4,5 cm

various textile on plastic shapes

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2017 09 17: paintings

 

at 2 kilometres away

from the main trail

a private estate plate

banned to go further after all

 

the water of the forest is calling

in the cutting the river is sloshing

bushes grassland we are finally

here found those two trees

 

and who knows why in their

shadow there are two tiny roach

the second Tuesday more or less at 2

with their thrust snouts for some time

 

maybe  they are smelling something

later quickly dive in as if have agreed

or feel frightened we come closer

to the bank to see some tiny spawn

 

 

56,5x90x5 cm

acrylic, graphite, markers, lacquer on canvas

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2017 08 31: paintings

 

 

what was your dream?

when

now

I wasn’t sleeping

why did you twitch then?

I thought about something

with closed eyes the trees

with entwined roots forever

until they dry out sucking

each other’s sap

like nuts?

like gnats

 

is that why you cried?

I didn’t cry

but was so sorry for those sad eyes

of a lonely apple seller

I saw passing by

with a red bag

like your cheeks?

on his laps

says a kilo I say

ok I take it all

for not to see

his eyes again

 

 

50×70×2 cm

acrylic, graphte, lacquer on canvas

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2017 08 23: reliefs

Of course, nature inspires many of us. in it’s own way. for me this mushroom has rich capacity of perception: in some languages it is called by the names of an animals (voveraitė (lithuanian) – squirrel; kurka (polish) – hen; лисичка (russian) – fox; and perhaps more), also it has an elegant shape which plays with the eyes and maybe gives some thoughts and memories about spending time with relatives or friends in the forest lurking for yellow heads…

 

 

150x130x2 cm

various textile on plastic shapes

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2017 07 6: reliefs

Sea is full of wonders. Somewhere lurks a devil, but somewhere a clown makes his wet jokes…
I liked the idea that shapes could be arranged together to looks almost abstract. Also, the name is so human and the fish could have no intention to make anyone laugh in the ocean, but associative thinking will take us into wildest memories and that could be fun.

Various rounded pieces come together to make a sea clown fish which can dive into some interior to please an eye or comfort an arm (if you stroke the clown).

 

 

96x52x2,5 cm

various textile on plastic shapes

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2017 06 7: reliefs

The shape of skull is very obvious, though it can be made of few simple peaces put in right places. Anybody can draw it easily and we feel what it shows: past and future of many, of everybody. Shape of skull shows no personal signs of individual, but we know that in the past there were some. Now it’s a temporary reminder that we’re temporary and alike.

Temporal bone is covered with fur. It makes a skull a bit more alive. Teeth are made of reflective fabric so in the dark they will glow under sudden light. These details make the skull more fun than scary and it should be that way.

 

~ 73×67 cm

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2017 05 17: reliefs

This is an illustration of melting ice cream. three cups mix one into another through rounded shapes. the colors are strange for an ice cream. those are cold colors. they show not a taste, but a sense. also those colors are pleasant to view if you see the picture not as a food, but just an abstract object.

 

50x100x1,5 cm

various textile on plastic shapes

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2017 04 21: reliefs

This is stylized glass which traditionally can be seen as half full or empty. though name of this work is optimistic, viewer can see it half empty or refuse to see a glass at all. piece of work can be seen as bunch of shapes stuck together in some harmonious manner.

i like to experiment with materials and shapes, to see how various fabrics fit together not even in color, but also in texture. textile surfaces make whole piece more cozy, intimate and homey.

 

 

50x586x1,5 cm

aluminum and wooden shapes, various textile

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2017 04 15: text

There was this very tough man, for reasons unknown (whether possessed by evil spirits or restless ancestor souls were getting into that person’s will, maybe he wasn’t loved by his parents (at least that was what he would say himself), perhaps God’s punishment or a test…

His life was seeping with strange, baffling pain. He seemed to be defensive towards the entire world, never loved a person nor an animal, but he liked women and might be that’s why after his death, his soul was trapped in a diamond unearthed by miners among many others, cut into a proper shape and made into a lustrous adornment catching gazes of many women. One of whom had the fate of getting the jewel with the man’s soul. And he, although being a diamond, could nestle against her on special occasions.

No matter what kind of person he was in the past, kinship ties are strong and he was sometimes visited by the souls of his family members. For example, his mom used to ask:

– ну, Ирочка, как поживаешь?

– ааай, вот уже три недели в коробке лежу…*

 

* – Well, well, Irochka, how’s it going?

– Oh, not much, been lying in a box for three weeks…

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2017 03 17: paintings

 

 

out of the four gates

arises thunder

trembling ground quivers cabbage

carrots beans I had at lunch

a wave of dust and angst

worried voices

next… Šeimyniškių* snake

stinging toe

body frozen

cannot run or strike

a bloodstained beak

pinches her Neptune blue

Gilette wings

beating fast a sound

of awful movement hissing

ššššilas bridge*…

leaping up I kick

a red umbrella pardon pardon

excuse me missed

my stop I am

on the other side of river now

 

 

* – bus stop

 

 

 

50×70×2 + 18×13×2 cm

acrylic, graphite, lacquer on 2 canvases

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2017 03 3: text

mom kept saying he’s so strange

a beardless man with hanging chain

in ear a hairy pimple on a shin

six scars on back as if

released from maws of bear or dragon

moss in his breath

hair not resembling ones of a person

who likes all things clear

as a day averted gaze

from his blank eyes

only a half-smile while

muttering that man is sick

with sound of dry leaves

to some reminding pouring gravel

a rippling or even birds

in sky the man’s baffling words

were carried away by wind

yet the mother daughter

liked his bracelet at night

sparkling with crumbs of fire

with his woven in hair

warming in winter

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2017 02 8: paintings

 

In few words – this could be a short story of a life of a man as a father and his journey to our Father. Here how it is:

 

today I remembered my father
and his picture of Joseph
don’t know if he liked travelling
as driving with Styopa his friend when
he arrived at our place when we
weren’t there yet left the mountains
with snakes bay leaves khinkali stayed
with us to drink more simple wine
some kind of beer the longing
he did not succeed to swallow ever

we drove with ambulance and
ZIL truck my first time driving down
the street curve Krantine’s street
right by the river where steamboats
sailed Vilnius Riga Tallin Neris
waved briefly cheering us up

in winter ice for sliding down
he didn’t like me laughing
falling down he laughed himself
eyes wet like mine’s now
I remember smell of Pervalka
we went to sea and jumped through waves
and jellyfish and shells we gathered
I collected stamps and boxes
as he did toy cars his pride was Volga

we left for Fabijoniškės he
went to Gabriškės with Volvo
and Nijolė stayed far from us
until the very end until the Father
came and forever took him
home to teach some balance
as on a slackline

 

Whole artwork is combined of two canvases (50 x 70 cm + 18 × 13 cm) and a text on a white cardboard (14,8 x 21 cm)

 

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2017 01 3: reliefs

 

Tthe shape of lips is not too obvious, so imaginative parts of our minds can play any situation or story, or perhaps can bring some memories of intimate moments we had.

Layers, colors and simple shapes make the whole picture. i wanted to play with flat sculpting to reveal this iconic object we all have.

 

~ 90×65 cm

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2016 12 2: reliefs

Nature inspires me in it’s own way. It is organic and shapeless, but this time i wanted to see how precise structure, lines can reveal what we see in animal if it is simplified into triangles and rhombuses.

Textile and artificial fur convey this sensory part of an animal. you can stroke it as a calm friend.

This technique was developed over time of my experiments with blending materials and medias. In this case, I drew a sketch, then traced the shapes with computer and those were cut out from wooden plate. Then covered with textile and glued together into one object which can be hung on the wall.

 

 

55x75x2 cm

various textile on wooden shapes

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2016 11 4: paintings

 

 

stars spinning around

the trees and the tent

bonfire flames growing

upwards with legs

 

twisting and shoes

kicking a basket of mushrooms

silenced inside the mouth

word-endings scatter

 

a hundred seas rumble in my head

somebody hits a drum in the distance

or is it the wind only nestling

between the pines of the forest

 

a salty taste in my throat

scratching the kettle’s bottom

why in the seven hells  were there

fly agaric in my soup?

 

 

 

61×86 cm

 

sold

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2016 09 8: paintings

 

This painting goes along with a story about what happens in waters and in this case some kind of samurai was practicing in a river and accidentally cut a fish in half which flew down the river into the arms of fisherman. here it is:

as in that song where from
Šašvė to Nevėžis and coiling
further up to Nemunas in to
the distance or something
like it through stones
with green wavy mane to
the rhythm of god’s eternal
song the rivers flow

this dance of waters
is irresistible to many
species fish and clams
crayfish and larvae meet
in search for longer life
in muddy darkness

glistening blade soughs
in the air sunbeam flashes
through a creek and flies
towards forest a gust of wind
sliding through surface
carries downstream
splashes with ripples
shouts and sweat drops

who could have thought where
that poor roach fish would swim
when cut in half by training
warrior with his sword in river
up to chest swiftly wavering
and hacking water

not knowing what will happen
with one or other side of it
the fish swam to the sea
and there got in a plastic bag
which soon got caught
into a fishing net the catch
surprised the fisherman
so much he even cursed

 

 

61×86×2 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, markers lacquer on paper

2 cm white wooden frame

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2016 06 22: paintings

 

 

such calm morning!

sun glistens the dew

on grass tips in the meadow

grazing horses

take heed upon hearing

woodpecker’s breakfast.

heads tilted down

they lick fresh shrubs

these youngsters, you know

only care about frolics and snickering

chasing each other

prodding, bouncing

without seeing fog fall down

on the meadow. More fun playing

can barely see anything

morning prayers of birds

in the distance

faraway fisherman’s radio

nibbling of the grass

a sudden cold breeze

brings the smell of fur…

 

 

61×86 cm

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2016 05 11: paintings

 

 

dunes crunching sand shaking simmering

after a soft breeze pops dry

cracking stone bursts in flames

a bush rolls down scattering ember

 

every living thing burrows deeper praying

for a drop of water strength or eternal

peace with parched blazing heart

beating ever more quickly

 

until the ground starts shaking

and bones beneath it hot rocks sand

it becomes obvious that it’s not a heart

not the earth that is beating but sky

 

Tlaloc* slashes clouds pierces

lightning under his feet trampling

black of crying he screams with a hundred

voices angry at his wife again

 

 

being booted out to think and get some

fresh air to calm down like the time he

was only joking and daunted just a little

why isn’t she getting his jokes?

 

*god of rain

 

 

61×86 cm

 

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2016 01 19: paintings

Framed artwork comes along with a story about reconciliation between a man and snake through a beautiful-eyed dog:

he’s slowly strolling with a basket. humming a tune, beard with a fume.
sunbeams gently stroking mushroom caps, cropped stems bobbing.

she’s slithering over wet moss. brushing along her tingling abdomen trough branches and roots. the fierce snake.

a shoe slips on the crawler. the basket trembles, a few parasol mushrooms fall out one of their gamps roll down into blueberry bushes

a loud ‘what the hell!’ echoes through the branches. woodpecker hushes, trills a swift.
he crouches to pick up the mushroom. something moves between his fingers

a sudden pain shoots up his arm. a snake!
pulled out a blade that hung upon his belt, thrust into the blueberry bush, blood colored the moss.

pinched his wound, clenching his teeth, forgot the mushrooms, hurried back home.
snake’s soul rose from the bloods, above the tree trunks, through the branches chased a squirrel, a ladybug, a butterfly, a fly that flew into the human’s house.

in it, a bitch is pregnant, the litter’s not going to be large: two greyish brown and one green eyed black pup. he was chosen by the soul of snake, to be reborn as man’s best friend.

The man returned back home with bloody arm. that night it swell, he violently retched
but survived and slowly he got better. after a month, he felt like new.

the dog whelped three puppies. two, the man took to the woods, buried under a pine-tree
as a sacrifice to Indraja. but one he kept for himself – black like the night, eyes green as a forest.

 

 

 

61×86×2 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, lacquer on paper

2 cm white wooden frame

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2015 11 16: paintings

 

 

I had this dog a very good boy

with his beady eyes smiling

with this cute little face

eating vomit and licking

everyone’s cheeks ears

snuggled up tightly

and we slept together

me her and him

 

and another dog I had

one more angry with strangers

prone to conflict but goood

appetite just feed him

a big dinner

then snuggled up tightly

and we slept together

me her and him

 

 

61×86 cm

 

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2015 09 24: paintings

61×86 cm

 

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2015 06 9: reliefs

~115×40 cm

 

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2014 02 12: paintings

 

The idea is that God is always with you. God’s finger goes down from the space and touches your heart. And if you look at it, you see yourself.

I see this work as merry and optimistic. Also I believe it’s true and this expression of my belief is quite symbolic and hopefully accumulates some thoughts.

 

Panels are wooden and have 4 cm frame on the back side, so can be hung on nails (of course, precisely measured to match the measures).

 

 

50x122x2 cm

acrylic, mirrors, graphite, markers, lacquer on wooden plates